A year today since we lost my sweet, funny, delightfully odd Dad.
I've been wracking my brains trying to think of the best way to honour him - to really show all the things that he meant to us. But, in reality, the ways in which he touched our lives is infinite and too numerous to simply put into words. I miss the way he would hold out his hand to greet me when I walked into the house... the overwhelming sense of comfort that gave, even as an adult. I miss the way we would catch each other's eye when something funny happened in 'polite company' and he would raise his eyebrows and give that funny sideways glance as if to say "we'll have a good laugh about this later" (and we always did). I miss the strange stories he would write about spacemen, his poetry, his true tales of blowing things up as a child (homemade fireworks), in fact - the way he never, ever, ran out of stories (true or otherwise). At 6ft 9ins he towered over everyone, but his heart was gentle and his mind other worldly. He loved his family and we loved him. I will always be grateful for that, and that love will never stop.... it's woven into all our lives. Ingrained. He was an incredible human being ❤️
Love you Dad. Thank you for the life you gave me. I will never stop looking for you in the stars 🌟 🚀
